912 Quotes by Neal Shusterman

who cared about the lettuce when the beef was being devoured?

There was no lane line, no net, nothin to keep them apart but the well of her will. But that kept losing bricks

To be either too good or too bad drew attention. As much as he hated being the lettuce, it was his comfort zone.

Rowan grinned. "Come now, Your Excellency, there hasn't been a terrorist in hundreds of years. I'm just a janitor cleaning filth from dark corners.

He was loved, but only as one among a group of other beloved things.

His eyes had a careworn coolness to them as if he had seen more than he should, and had stopped caring in order to save what was left of his soul.

Connor bangs his head back sharply against the wall, hoping to jar loose the bad thoughts clinging to his brain. This is not a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps that's why Hayden feels compelled to talk.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

Picking locks was not a skill he had ever cultivated, but he persisted day after day, turning the tip of his talon into different ways of approaching a keyhole. He never tired, and he ever gave up...because if there was any justice in the universe, he wouldn't be trapped here forever.